Sorrowful Love Story: The Pain of a First Kiss
From my first year in college to my third, I never had a relationship. It was because I secretly liked a boy in my class who had long hair. His name was Xing Feng.
One night, before the lights went out, the seven girls in our dormitory were lying in bed, talking about how to kiss. That night, I dreamed that I kissed Xing Feng on the school playground. He gently held me, and I stared into his eyes. It turned out that even in a dream, he could appear so vividly.
The next day in class, he sat in front of me. I thought about that dream and smiled to myself. I thought, if that dream could become reality, it would be such a wonderful thing. But two months later, that wish did come true—only the kiss it left me with was one of heartbreak.
That night, I met him on the road. His expression was strange, as if he had quarreled with someone. When I greeted him, he rudely pulled me to the playground. He made me sit on the grass with him and asked if I loved him. It seemed he didn’t need any answer from me. He just held me tightly. At that moment, a scene I had imagined countless times in my dreams finally happened. Because it was his embrace, I felt a little intoxicated. He kissed me fiercely. I didn’t know how to respond; I just had one thought—to push him away as hard as I could. But he was too strong, and I couldn’t push him away.
Two minutes later, he let go of me and staggered away, leaving me alone. I asked myself, why did he kiss me so irresponsibly? He had to know that this was my most precious first kiss. The next day, when I saw him again, he acted as if nothing had happened. He walked past me with a slight smile—the smile I had always loved—but at that moment, it strongly provoked me. I regretted it so much, regretted not pushing him away with all my strength yesterday.
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